His beloved witch

Chapter 39: Would you?

-Blanche-

The male was stunned by my abrupt arrival and the slap. The print from my palm and fingers on his face was red and swollen; he did not know how to react.

“My Queen!” Olena gasped. She was covering her red cheek.

“How dare you, motherfucker?” I screamed at the male, fuming.

If I were stronger, I would have punched him and broken his nose! This male is the one who is abusing Olena! This blond is Salomon Ventimiglia, her f*****g fiancé.

He growled at me, and it angered me even more.

“Asshole!" I yelled at him, and he took a step forward towards me while I raised my chin, looking straight into his eyes.

"Salomon, stop it! She is our Queen!" Olena shouted at him, protecting me from him.

"I do not need protection!” I shrieked, leaving the protection of her shield. “Salomon is nothing else but a coward!"

Salomon’s growl was louder, and I challenged him to hit me.

I had faced a Lycan spell bounded by the smell of a shewolf in heat, and I stopped him for a while. Regardless, Salomon's anger is nothing to me.

"My Queen, it is not what it looks like…" Olena frantically tried to calm me down.

This is so freaking typical! She wants to defend her aggressor, but I know what I saw and what I heard.

"I listened loud and clear, Olena." I would like to shred this abusive asshole. "You were breaking up with him because he cheated on you, and he blamed you for not sleeping with him! This bastard even threw at your face his help for Jose Antonio's case. And if I stepped in, it was because you said no to him, and he slapped you!”

Salomon's eyes flickered red and growled louder at me this time.

He thinks he has the upper hand against two smaller and potentially weaker females. But Salomon does not know me!

"Oh, b***h, please… bring it on!" I faced him, taking a step forward. If he touches me, he is dead.

He took a predatory step, and Olena shielded me again.

“If you take another step, I will call the guards," she said, trembling. "Neither of us wants a scandal, Sal."

He was furious but realizing the gravity of the situation and who I am; he changed his strategy, backing down. Salomon controlled himself and changed as a psychopath would.

“Your Highness, I present you, my apologies. This is a misunderstanding between lovers,” he tried to explain with a gentle smile.

"A misunderstanding?" I scoffed. "What about the bruises on her arms and wrists? I noticed how her cheeks were bruised more than once." I faced him directly, straightening my back and pushing up my chest, challenging him again. "It was you!" I snarled.

I thought it was Olena’s father, but I was wrong. She had an abusive fiancé. And I know a lot about those.

“Oh, my Goddess! You noticed! This is so embarrassing,” Olena lowered her gaze, ashamed, as tears filled her eyes.

"Olena, he is the one who should be embarrassed!"

"Your Highness, Olena is my fiancé. I was clarifying things with her. I did not cheat. She heard some gossips, that is all."

"Gossips? This is not the first time, Salomon! There was a Fairy singer before and another... there was this Fairy dancer before that one… And now…" Olena cried. "I cannot take it anymore!"

"Lies, Olena." He pretended to be at the border of tears, approaching her slowly.

She raised her gaze at him and gulped. s**t! Olena is hesitant.

"Oh, please! Do not fall for his lies, Olena!" I had to say something. "Love does not hurt."

He glared at me with anger, and I looked at him with defiance. Olena has done the hardest thing ever already; she just needs support to stick to it.

"If I made a mistake it was because I was jealous, my sweet Olena."

If?

What the f...?

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, tired of this beast.

"Another male was around you. You know how I feel about it," he said sweet words to Olena.

"What do you mean?" Olena tilted her head in confusion.

“I know Franco has come to the palace without my knowledge. You should not even look towards another male.”

"To visit his sister, not me!" Olena replied.

"Now it is someone else's fault you cheated and hurt her!

" I opened my mouth. "The bruises on her face were there before anyone visited his sister. Besides, why would Andre or I need your permission to allow or not someone here?"

Fuck! I should not be violent… again, but I want to.

"I am only stating, Your Highness, that I was provoked."

"Who are you blaming, fucker?" I insulted him and he growled.

Salomon was seething.

“Olena, we can talk about this later,” he was losing his patience. 

I grabbed Olena's hand, silently encouraging her to do what she wanted to do.

"No..." Olena was afraid and looked at me. I nodded at her, encouraging her to speak up. "I will tell my parents..." She raised her chin and voiced out loud, "it is over, Salomon."

"Olena!" He shrieked and dared to grab her wrist. "Do not forget, your parents are old. Are you going to shame them like this?" He hissed.

The lower lip of Olena trembled. This Salomon is the biggest asshole I have encountered, and I am eighty!

"You have heard her, Lycan," I warned him. Salomon released Olena with a deadly glare that made her shake.

"Please, excuse me, your Majesty," Salomon bowed before me and left us alone.

I knew this was not over with him. Salomon is an entitled little b***h; someone like him does not release his prey easily.

Olena has a candid, sweet nature, very hard to resist for some males like him. She took a deep breath before sobbing loudly.

Adela showed up with Magaly behind her.

"What have I done?" Olena lamented. "No one will want me now. Everyone will say I am a troublemaker, that he abandoned me because I am worthless… Oh, my poor parents! I have tarnished their names!"

"Salomon is at fault, not you. Why would anyone talk about you?" I questioned.

"It is always the female's fault, Miss Blanche," Adela said.

"If he is violent against you, is it your fault? If he cheats... is it on you?” This is ridiculous!

“We are noble ladies. We do not talk about such things.” Olena said, hiding behind her hands. "We deal with those things in private, Your Highness.” She looked at me, truly embarrassed.

Andre told me the Lycan high society was a hypocritical one. He was so right.

“I thought so… that is why I asked Adela to come. So, we can assist this lady without a scandal,” Magaly stated with sadness.

“I appreciate the support," Olena composed herself but crumbled at the old memory.

"He attended my sixteen-birthday party and offered me his hand. He promised my father I would be his only home, but Salomon never abandoned his ways... I have wanted to break up with him more than once before, but Salomon did not let me… I thought it was because he loved me so much..." Olena cried some more.

“You have done an amazing thing, which is leaving him. That is the first step, and I will help you all the way, but it must be your decision.”

“Yes, Your Highness. Thank you so much. Hopefully, Salomon will leave me alone… but now, no one will want me, and I will be a burden to my parents."

Andre mentioned Lorenza's brother was interested in Olena. I hope he is the right one for this lady. Although she needs some work on herself before accepting anyone else.

“My Lady, your mother will be proud of you. I promise you… your parents will be glad to see you free from that Lycan.” Adela’s words eased my heart a little.

If Olena has loving parents, their support will help her overcome this situation. Interesting, Adela was close to Olena's mother; at least close enough to discuss her daughter's life.

“Thank you all, and I am sorry for getting involved in my mess…” Olena was saying when Adela’s eyes flickered red again.

I wanted to roll my eyes. What else is happening today?! It is not even noon, damn it!

"Your Majesty, King Andre requests your presence and Miss Olena in his office," Adela informed us.

“What happened?” Magaly was worried.

"The Marquis of Ventimiglia came with his sons. Salomon attended this meeting and complained before King Andre of your interference in his private matters," Adela explained.

“I can testify, sister!” Magaly offered me, taking my hand. It was sweet that she worried.

Andre listens and respects me. Magaly does not know him.

"I will be fine," I stated firmly, trusting more in myself than in any male. Yet I know Andre, or I think I do.

On my way with Olena and Adela, plus my full entourage, including my furred children, I remembered Andre thought he could convince the Ventimiglia family to be his allies.

However, if Salomon is how he is… the apple does not fall far from the tree.

Once again, I hoped to be wrong. I wished the Marquis would be better than his son.

Andre stood up when I walked into his office with Adela and Olena. He was serious, and he avoided my eyes. He did not touch me, which I found odd.

After proper introductions to Donato, Marquis of Ventimiglia, Giovanni, his eldest son, and the asshole of Salomon, his youngest, I confirmed my suspicions about the Marquis.

Donato is the motherfucker who taught his sons his ways. Major asshole!

"Dear Olena, my child," Donato said with a dramatic voice. "You should hear any gossip about your fiancé!”

The number of males in the room noticeably intimidated Olena. I took her hand in mine.

"Excuse me, I do not know what Salomon told you, Marquis, but Olena broke up with him. And it was not just about some gossips!"

Andre did not move from his chair. Is he playing something? I wished we could mindlink.

“Your Highness, many noble ladies envy the good luck of Lady Olena for her engagement to my son. Just look at Salomon!”

Lycans are handsome, so what? I frowned at him.

"Lady Olena, you know I truly like your parents, but if it were not that my son loved you so much, I would never have agreed to your mating with him. How can you trust more in rumors than in your beloved fiancé?"

What the hell is Donato talking about? Is he looking down on Olena's background?

“Rumors? I had witnessed something atrocious. He slapped Olena and I knew he had hurt her before. I will not stand any form of violence against any of my ladies or any female here!”

They were livid and it took them a few seconds to compose themselves. Probably, they are mind linking. I squeezed her hand in mine to give her some assurance.

"I am sorry, Your Highness, but I do not see a mark or bruise on her now," Giovanni said.

Crap. I did not notice that detail. Olena just stared at the floor. Is she backing down on her decision?

Please, please, Olena!

“We are missing the point here. It is Olena’s decision. If she does not want to continue with her engagement, I fully support her.” I want to help her so badly.

Even if she does not acknowledge the abuse, at least she can leave him.

"She is not talking, your Highness. Silence means agreement." The old marquis said with a smile, wickedly, making my blood boil.

"If it were true, where is the evidence of such bruises? Her skin looks flawless…" Giovanni said, and Andre stood up, making his chair fall.

"Are you saying my Queen is lying?" Andre asked menacingly.

“No… I mean…” Giovanni choked on his words.

I could not help smiling.

"Donato, does your son realize what he is implying?" Andre's anger was palpable.

My inner lustful witch craves to taste him.

“Your Highness…” Olena finally spoke, releasing my hand.

I do not care if she says I am lying. I only hope for her to be safe, and by Salomon's side, she will never be. It will only get worse and worse.

If she does not break up with him now, he will think he is his owner. I can only pray she is ready to leave this male for good. No one can help her if she cannot take a definite step.

"Salomon is no longer my fiancé," Olena said in a tiny voice, but got the courage and added, "my Lycan is no longer mad at me, that is why she healed my bruises so fast. But please, look at the hand of our Queen."

She is right. I did not notice my hand was also red and a little swollen.

"Queen Blanche slapped him, and he growled at her!"

Andre's eyes turned red and charged against Salomon, stamping him against the floor, pressing his arm against his throat.

My Lycan mate did not growl... He roared at Salomon, in anger.

I did my best to hide my arousal. However, Andre sniffed the air and his eyes turned back to his beautiful emerald green, releasing Salomon, to look at me.

"No one disrespects my mate," Andre stated in a deadly tone. "Did you hear me, Lycan?”

“Yes…” Salomon stammered nervously.

"I asked, did you all hear me?" The threat was to all of Ventimiglia here. And they said yes, together.

Olena was behind me, scared of the impressive aura of the King. I felt so attracted to him. I crossed my legs.

     “Since I have a witness of your behavior, Salomon. You will spend three days in the dungeons for this offense against my Queen.”

“But Your Highness…!” Donato attempted to change Andre’s mind.

“Oh… not enough? Seven days! Guards!” Andre growled.

               “She did not dump me! I dumped her! Olena is used goods!” Salomon was dragged out while screaming.

Adela took Olena with her. Donato and Giovanni looked at the complete scene, dumbfounded. This is not what they expected on this visit.

"If you or any of your family dare stand against me, you will face the consequences! And you should do a good job with your companies, or I will shut them down."

Andre's breathing was raging, and my desire for him only grew. Damn! Another pair of panties ruined!

               "Leave!" He yelled at them, since father and son did not move.

The last growl from Andre set them in motion, leaving the office.

I smiled at Andre and pulled him to me to surround his neck with my arms. His lips locked onto mine in a passionate, breathtaking kiss. His tongue explored my mouth. He needed me... Andre always tells me with his kisses and his hands on my body.

Andre took deep breaths of my scent and mumbled my name between kisses. He grabbed my hair by my ponytail to gain access to my neck, ripping my t-shirt.

“You smell delicious, Blanche,” he said to me. I was straddling him, rocking my hips against him desperately, feeling his hard d**k against my core.

Dry humping is almost not enough. I want to feel him inside of me. Andre is my addiction. Should I test Morgana’s advice? I am so tempted. I settled down and grabbed his hand, putting his finger in my mouth, and sucked it.

Andre hissed and shook. The sparks between us are amazing.

"Blanche…" He gasped, and I fastened my pace, riding my Lycan King. I released his finger… I wanted to slide my hand under his pants and touch him. And I wanted his hand to do the same for me.

My heart speeded up. It is more than s*x with him; it has always been more... since the first day.

Andre released my small girls from my sports bra and cupped them, played with them, licked them… His warm raspy tongue on my skin made me crazy.

“Naughty King!” I giggled, feeling my orgasm close.

Andre growled and half-incorporated to take my right breast into his mouth and suck it. That one was his favorite, but he did not leave the other one unattended.

He shifted our positions; Andre usually wants to be on top… but so do I. We can fight for dominance another day.

Oh, Goddess! Oh, Goddess… He was moving again, pushing harder against me. The friction was maddening... my yoga pants were already gone.

We climaxed together, staring at each other, both feeling hungry for each other still.

His hips were jerking a little more while he released his last load into his underwear, damping me even more. I had already soaked my panties with my own juices, yet I did not move from my position. I liked this handsome, powerful male between my legs. His head resting on my chest, recovering from our high.

Andre does not make me feel like I am submitting to him when he is on top. I feel powerful with him.

I giggled, stupidly. Andre's Royal Office stinks of s*x.

"One day, I will take you to every surface of this office." He smiled deviously. I adore those smiles. I kissed his lips softly, feeling happy despite the lack of completion of our act.

"Is that a promise?" I asked, and he winked at me.

"You can bet on it."

“I think I have ruined your plans to take on board the Ventimiglia family."

"I do not need allies like them. You have shown me I cannot trust them." Andre's words made my heart happy.

He believed me; Andre took my side... I snuggled into him, feeling his kisses in my hair, his fingers untangling my hair.

One can easily fall in love with someone like Andre, and love involves more than just this... It needs trust.

"Would you ever lie to me, Andre?" I asked him, and his hand stopped moving. "Would you hide something from me... to protect me?" I wanted to place him in the scenario.

"What do you know?" He asked me cautiously, almost scared.

"If I could tell you... I would do it right now, but it does not belong to me... Would you be patient if I asked you to be?"

I looked at him, caressing his naked chest. I lose panties in our encounters; he loses shirts... Although he can get his buttons back, I think it is fair.

"What about you, Blanche... Would you?" He asked.